Being pulled into this new strange world was intriguing to Lestat. From the towering corridors to the many hallways and grand staircases that dotted the castle, he almost felt like he was a child living in Auvergne, once more. Thoughts of his mother Gabrielle flooded his mind and he bit his lip, his chest heavy with sadness. He rarely got to see her anymore, and now he was stuck here without any hopes of seeing his mother, or so he thought.
Upon arriving to the Great Hall, he had been ushered towards the small stage and an old tattered hat was placed upon his honey-colored locks. Among touching his head, the Sorting Hat's dialogue began, and had actually considered putting him in a different house - Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? He was sure that's what it had said, but no. He was put into this house - Slytherin, home of the cunning and ambitious. After being raised in his family, you almost had to be cunning and ambitious. Perhaps it was the appropriate place to be. The vampire had been laying on one of the beds in his dorm and finally decided he needed a way to entertain himself.
The common room was a sight for sore eyes to him. It was dark, and sunlight did not show here in this cozy room under the lake. It was the perfect habitat for someone such as himself. There were large black leather couches adorned with emerald green woven blankets, as well as a few desks. The room had a greenish tint from the lake, and the reflection of the water poured through the room. He saw a young man, possibly seventeen years of age reclined out on the sofa. "Bonjour." he greeted quietly, sinking into one of the black armchairs gracefully. "You seem tense, monsieur. What's wrong?"